To My Sweetheart, Feyisweetie

Dear Feyisweetie,

On July , by divine kindness, God placed you in my life my answered prayer, my peace, my joy. These months with you have been a quiet miracle. Through every emotional journey we've walked, there's been a rhythm of heaven beneath our steps, a gentle alignment that just feels right.

I still treasure how that day felt like God tapping my shoulder and whispering, "Here she is." Since then, ordinary hours have learned a new language your smile, your laugh, your thoughtful pauses. Even our silences feel purposeful, like two prayers resting in the same hand.

I admire how you pour yourself into medicine with such a soft, steady strength. Healing is a language you speak so naturally through kindness, patience, and the way you honor every human story. I know the hidden part too: the late library sessions, the long readings, the weight of expectations. Please remember this when your courage runs low, borrow mine. When your mind is tired, lean into my prayers. I'm covering you before every study session and after every long day.

Distance may count the miles; love keeps the rhythm. I choose you daily. I choose to send faith across the space between us, to meet you in unhurried conversations, to guard our joy, to keep us laughing, learning, and lifting each other toward God's best. I choose to speak life when storms gather, to slow down when your heart needs gentleness, and to celebrate every small victory as if it were a sunrise.

Here are promises I'm making and keeping:

I will pray with you and for you over your mind, your hands, your rest.

I will tell the truth kindly, forgive quickly, and protect our peace.

I will show up on bright days with laughter, on hard days with quiet strength.

I will keep learning you: your pace, your cues, your love language.

I will honor the calling on your life as fiercely as I honor your heart.

May the Lord bless you and keep you, surround you with uncommon favor, steady your thoughts with perfect peace, and flood your steps with light. May His joy be the oil that keeps your lamp burning. May His wisdom make your study clear and your memory sharp. May His hand carry you where your strength ends.

I can't wait for our next unhurried day together no clocks, just your hand in mine. I imagine slow morning tea, a walk where time forgets us, shared worship that resets our hearts, and a quiet evening where we trade stories and plan the good God is writing. I see a future full of simple rituals: praying over meals, notes tucked into books, laughter in the kitchen, and a home where peace is the loudest sound.

With every smile, every word, and every shared silence, you fill my world with light and purpose. You are my safe place and my answered prayer.

Click the heart above to see how much I care about you.

I love you more than words will ever say,
Your Sweetheart